9. Chapter : Doctors
Joe woke Sunday morning in Linda's arms. He carefully untangled
himself, taking care not to wake her. He pulled the sheet away, but
was no longer surprised by his appearance. He was getting used to the
way he felt, too. He gazed at his body, and contemplated the way it
looked. He was always amazed at how some women's breasts seemed to
flatten, almost disappear, when they lay on their backs. Now, as he
looked at himself, he observed that his own chest seemed flatter too.
It was still hairless, and the larger areolas affirmed that he still
looked feminine. He touched them, feeling the now familiar softness.
No, they were not getting smaller, and he was entering his third day as
a woman. The third day. How many more would he have to endure? Would
he ever be back to normal? The question began to haunt him again. He
could hardly wait for Dan to call. Dan McQuire was Jay's friend, and
Dan was going to help him with the reason why his body had somehow
become female, apparently overnight.
Changed to female... He was starting to accept it. At first, he
reacted by denial, he was not really a woman, no matter what his body
looked like. Yesterday, when he had seen what he looked like, all
over, he began to realize the situation he was actually in. His
engineer's mind, trained to trust the facts and to keep an open mind,
was now fighting with the obvious fact that his body was no longer
masculine, and no matter what he thought, or what he said, people now
reacted differently to him. He would have to relate differently to
them, too. That included his friends. Friends both male and female.
That included Linda, too.
Linda. He thought about her. She was unusually understanding and
tolerant of his strange problem. Sometimes, she almost seemed amused
to watch his reactions, and the way he handled the differences. He
could not complain about her help or understanding. He really could
not understand why she was so understanding. In fact, it almost seemed
like she enjoyed his predicament. He knew he loved her, and that she
loved him, but now. What about now? How should he feel about her? He
felt the same as before, as when he was male, and she was his fiance.
That would probably have to change.
Even if something could be done for him, and he could become male
again, even if not a completely functioning male, it was unlikely they
could, or would, continue as before. Hell, they had even made Lesbian
love together. At least it was like Lesbian love. He did not consider
himself homosexual, but if he was now female, then he must be, since he
still loved women, loved to be around them, and loved to look at them,
and touch them. Just like before. Just like a man. Even his own body
now turned him on sometimes, but then, why not? The change had
transformed his body into a quite attractive, female form.
Joe got up, and went to the bathroom. As he sat there, he noticed the
hand mirror lying on the sink. He took it, and after he finished
relieving himself, he stood, and raised his leg on the closed lid of
the toilet. He positioned the mirror to get another look at that new
genitalia. He could hardly resist looking at himself.
It was so different. It was like looking at someone else, but there
was no doubt that the image in the mirror was the reflection of his own
body. Truth be known, he even sort of liked the way he now looked, but
he knew he would have problems if he tried to forget his past, and
resume his life with this new body. He could not expect everybody to
suddenly accept him as a girl. He did not think he could accept it
himself. He had thirty years of experience being a boy and a man. He
did not even know how to act like a woman. He did not want to be
treated like a woman either. He was a man. He knew how to be a man.
He liked to be treated like a man. He wished, with all his heart, he
could look like a man again. It would make everything so much easier.
Disgusted, Joe put the hand mirror down, and looked into the mirror
over the sink. He saw himself, his almost familiar face, and his new
body. He turned to the side, looking at his profile in the mirror.
His new shape would be a problem if he was to become a man again. He
looked at his shoulders. They were not as wide as before, but might
possibly pass for a man. He looked at his waist and hips. His waist
was much smaller, and his tummy flatter. That could easily change.
His hips. He put his hands on his hips, and ran them up and down,
following the shape. Maybe they were not much different from before.
Maybe he was just smaller everywhere else.
He turned and examined his butt. Now that sure did not look like it
did before. It was softer and rounder, and completely hairless. He
rubbed it with both hands, feeling the softness. It was nice. Maybe
his best female attribute. He turned back, and faced the mirror. Yea,
his butt was his best feature. He examined his breasts. They were
pretty good too. They were firm, and nicely shaped, but were, just
maybe, a bit small for his body, since he was somewhat tall for a
woman. He had been almost six feet tall, but now he measured about
five eight or so, and he was thin, noticeably thinner than Linda, which
made him look even taller. It might be difficult to pass as a man, but
not impossible, if that's what he decided to do.
Joe went back to the bedroom, and sat on the bed next to Linda. She
was awake and turned to face him.
"What's up for today?" she asked.
"I don't know," Joe said. "I hope I get a call from Dan, but I doubt
he works on Sunday."
"Yeah, I'm sure you want to know what's going on, as soon as you can,"
Linda said, smiling sweetly at Joe, "but I doubt that anybody is
working around the clock on your problem."
"Mind if I take a shower?" Joe asked.
"No, please do," Linda quipped.
Joe looked at her, and stuck his underarm up to his nose. He smelled
different, even to his own nose. Like a woman.
"I'm only teasing, Joe," Linda said.
Joe did not say anything, but went into the bathroom and turned on the
shower. He looked through Linda's drawers until he found a razor and
some shave cream, and took them into the shower with him. He carefully
adjusted the water temperature, and then wet his body down. He took
the shaving cream and applied some under his arms. He then took the
razor and shaved himself smooth. His underarms felt real good without
the soft stubble, which did not feel at all like the stubble he used to
get on his face. He touched his face, and felt a softness unlike any
time as a male, even immediately after shaving.
He put some shave cream on his legs, one at a time, and carefully
shaved them, feeling them for stubble, and removing it with the razor.
His legs felt great after shaving, too. He felt his bikini line, as
Linda called it. He carefully applied shaving cream there. He
carefully used the blade to keep the outline of his pubic patch a
narrow triangle as Linda had done for him on Saturday.
When Joe finished shaving, he rinsed off, and soaped himself all over
with the bath soap Linda used. He loved the way his body now felt, and
enjoyed the sensations when he caressed his body. He never felt like
this when he had a male body. He wondered if the feeling would go away
when the doctors changed him back, if they could. "Probably would," he
Joe rinsed, dried off, and went back into the bedroom. He found the
underwear they bought yesterday. He looked, and realized that he only
had fresh panties, no clean bra. His other clothes were still over at
his apartment. Linda saw his problem, and went to her lingerie drawer,
and tossed him one of her bras, just like the one he wore yesterday.
He took it, and then decided not to wear it, but put his old one back
on. He was getting accustomed to wearing a bra, and even liked the
more secure feeling he had when he did. Besides, his breasts seemed to
bounce around embarrassing